A guy turned up this morning pushing an ET4.
'It needs an MOT', he panted, the sweat pouring off him.
I took pity on him, even though we were being slaughtered.
With the proviso - 'I need you to pick it up by 5'.
He agreed and we did the work.
This afternoon, I got a call from him.
'My mate will pick it up'.
Well, its 6 pm.
Ive rang and rang him, only getting his answer phone.
Ive got no space to store it.
So I have to beg my neighbour to allow me to store it in his workshop overnight.
People and their false promises.
TUT.











